Reality da Morte

The kind of film that makes you reel in horror after watching it because you could have been doing something better with your inane life, like punching yourself in the balls.

I can't believe that this film actually got through my eyeballs to my brain without my body throwing up.

Bad cast, bad script, bad plot, bad dog.

Should be advertised with the warning of 'slightly less mildly perilous than "Finding Nemo"'

Don't watch this unless you're on Mescaline. And there is a goat writing alternative subtitles for you.

I'd probably only watch it again if you paid me, five English pounds.

I'm a cheap date.